Post by eddiehavok on May 2, 2023 12:44:31 GMT -5
Havok is standing outside of the Skulls clubhouse.
"I would be kidding myself, if I actually believed that things have been going my way as of late."
He is wearing his usual jeans and hoodie. He has the hood pulled up over his head. Unusual, his leather jacket is nowhere to be seen.
"It has been bought to my attention that the decisions that I have made, have been nothing short of emotional reactions"
"Due to my actions, the Skulls have spent more time in the hospital. First the prospects, now the Grimm Reapers."
"It has been made clear. That certain members of the Club are looking for a change of leadership. For now, I have to force myself to focus on the upcoming match."
"One way or another! This shit, with Goth will end!It's no secret that I don't believe he is even in the same league as myself."
"At Dominion, in London. A first for Wrestle UK. I intend to bury the career of Psychotic Goth in the Boneyard Match."
Members start to pour off the club house. Riding off on their motorbikes.
"You managed to beat three guys at the last show. I will give you credit for that. I honestly thought you were going to buckle under the pressure and just give up."
"Taking a beating from the Reapers, might have softened you up ready for our match. Of course it might just set a fire under you."
"Don't expect this to be any type of classic wrestling match"
Havok pulls out a roll of athletic tape. Starting to wrap the tape around his hands.
"No, no! I'm going to walk into the match and beat the living shit out of you! I will use any weapon, any advantage that presents itself. By the end of this, your ancient ass is going to wish that you never decided to attack me before my match with Ronnie Long."
He starts to wrap the tape around the other hand.
"You are going to knee before me and beg for your poor excuse of a career. Hell, there is nothing that you have done in that shit career. That even impresses me. Normally I wouldn't even waste my time with some curtain jerker like you!"
As he finishes the roll of tape, he discards the cardboard insert. Before he removed his hoodie.
"As I said earlier, I have made decisions recently that were ruled by my emotions. Even though you have managed to get under my skin over the last few months. I will take huge satisfaction in beating the shit out of you, before kicking your sorry ass into the coffin in the six foot deep hole. Then I will finally Bury your sorry ass under the soil and I will put an end to this feud and your career!"
Havok heads off to the barn to start training for his match. Seriously it might as well be Street Fight.
"I would be kidding myself, if I actually believed that things have been going my way as of late."
He is wearing his usual jeans and hoodie. He has the hood pulled up over his head. Unusual, his leather jacket is nowhere to be seen.
"It has been bought to my attention that the decisions that I have made, have been nothing short of emotional reactions"
"Due to my actions, the Skulls have spent more time in the hospital. First the prospects, now the Grimm Reapers."
"It has been made clear. That certain members of the Club are looking for a change of leadership. For now, I have to force myself to focus on the upcoming match."
"One way or another! This shit, with Goth will end!It's no secret that I don't believe he is even in the same league as myself."
"At Dominion, in London. A first for Wrestle UK. I intend to bury the career of Psychotic Goth in the Boneyard Match."
Members start to pour off the club house. Riding off on their motorbikes.
"You managed to beat three guys at the last show. I will give you credit for that. I honestly thought you were going to buckle under the pressure and just give up."
"Taking a beating from the Reapers, might have softened you up ready for our match. Of course it might just set a fire under you."
"Don't expect this to be any type of classic wrestling match"
Havok pulls out a roll of athletic tape. Starting to wrap the tape around his hands.
"No, no! I'm going to walk into the match and beat the living shit out of you! I will use any weapon, any advantage that presents itself. By the end of this, your ancient ass is going to wish that you never decided to attack me before my match with Ronnie Long."
He starts to wrap the tape around the other hand.
"You are going to knee before me and beg for your poor excuse of a career. Hell, there is nothing that you have done in that shit career. That even impresses me. Normally I wouldn't even waste my time with some curtain jerker like you!"
As he finishes the roll of tape, he discards the cardboard insert. Before he removed his hoodie.
"As I said earlier, I have made decisions recently that were ruled by my emotions. Even though you have managed to get under my skin over the last few months. I will take huge satisfaction in beating the shit out of you, before kicking your sorry ass into the coffin in the six foot deep hole. Then I will finally Bury your sorry ass under the soil and I will put an end to this feud and your career!"
Havok heads off to the barn to start training for his match. Seriously it might as well be Street Fight.